You come to the last page of the book where you tucked the half photo of a hay wagon and remove the picture to come across a more startling photo and about jump out of your skin upon seeing the shadow in the distance. with this you are intrigued to more like skim over the page instead of reading it. You where dyeing to know what the story was behind this photo and you seem to notice yourself on the edge of your seat in excitement.
Day twelve of my Travels
We have been tracking more long the side of the mountain as a steady level, we agreed to no long climb up and just enjoy the sights we where seeing now. Our supplies was running thin along with the time we had left on the mountain. I had over all enjoyed my peaceful time up here though I wished that the light snow storm would blow over so it was a more lovely day for our last day.
I couldn't tell you how much I was sadden about leaving but at the same time I was happy for how eventful our last day was. I wouldn't think twice about climbing everest again but the thrill was great. That morning we packed the tent and our stuff, out heavy packs where now only five pounds, mostly holding only equipment and some food, it was enough to get them back down towards the nearest tea shop. But while we where up there in the snow fall we stated to hear a awful noise, we didn't know what we where hearing, it didn't should like a big cat or bear, but it caused my heart to sink. As we continued on ward we was a shadow, a faint shadow in the distance and the same noise once gain it was......
At this point the words are so faded they are unreadable and then the page rips off mid way, how did you not notice this before you started to read? You guess you will never know what happen and who it was on the mountain.... Maybe it was the Guardian of the mountain?
Day twelve of my Travels
We have been tracking more long the side of the mountain as a steady level, we agreed to no long climb up and just enjoy the sights we where seeing now. Our supplies was running thin along with the time we had left on the mountain. I had over all enjoyed my peaceful time up here though I wished that the light snow storm would blow over so it was a more lovely day for our last day.
I couldn't tell you how much I was sadden about leaving but at the same time I was happy for how eventful our last day was. I wouldn't think twice about climbing everest again but the thrill was great. That morning we packed the tent and our stuff, out heavy packs where now only five pounds, mostly holding only equipment and some food, it was enough to get them back down towards the nearest tea shop. But while we where up there in the snow fall we stated to hear a awful noise, we didn't know what we where hearing, it didn't should like a big cat or bear, but it caused my heart to sink. As we continued on ward we was a shadow, a faint shadow in the distance and the same noise once gain it was......
At this point the words are so faded they are unreadable and then the page rips off mid way, how did you not notice this before you started to read? You guess you will never know what happen and who it was on the mountain.... Maybe it was the Guardian of the mountain?
